From commentor Jayboat:
In the spring and fall I always keep my windows open here in south Florida. About 4 years ago, I was banging dishes in the kitchen as I made coffee when I heard a squeaking from outside the window. I looked out and saw a pathetic little black and white furball standing in the parking lot, looking at me. He looked to be about 8-10 weeks old but it was hard to tell because he was so skinny — his ribs were showing and he was covered in grease and oil from hanging out under cars — really filthy, and it showed on the white areas of his fur. He didn’t meow — he squeaked — a high pitched, sad little sound that is the only sound I’ve ever heard him make.
It had been years since I’d had a cat — I kept telling myself I wasn’t ready, that I was still grieving over the loss of my buddy, Rocket, which felt like only last week, and still does. Anyway, having no cat food in the house, I ripped up a couple pieces of sandwich meat and threw it in his general direction after he made it clear he wouldn’t let me get anywhere near him.
This dance continued for a week — every morning he would come running across the parking lot when he heard me in the kitchen and squeak at me, and I would respond with shredded ham. Finally, on a trip to the grocery store, I decided to get a bag of dry food. I knew I was crossing a line here, that this was a point of no return in this relationship. I began to set out a bowl of food and water each morning, then I started leaving the door open and gradually moved the bowls until they were inside. This took weeks — he was so skittish and scared of people and noises — anything that moved that he would totally freak out. When we finally made friends I discovered his tail was broken at the end — it has a little hook in it and is missing the tip. He is skittish to this day — will run and hide if anyone even walks through the yard. It took three years before he would let me hold him without tensing up. I can only imagine what he went through as a kitten. Not any more — he runs the house, mostly from a sleeping position. Because he was so greasy when we met, I named him Cheeseburger, but he answers to Mister Cheese.
What a sweet looking cat – especially the black spot on its chin. I used to have one that looked quite similar, named Raven (which I know is a fairly odd thing for a Steelers fan to name a pet).
Paul Krugman has a good column in today’s NYT regarding the role of Fox “News” and the rest of the conservative media in politically and financially supporting Republican candidates.
And here is my comment about how we need to overcome the conservative media by using grassroots organizing and online advocacy to take our message directly to the American people.
I CAN HAZ … aww, forget it.
What a gorgeous cat, and so smart to finagle himself such a good home.
Jayboat–OHAI! You can haz Cheeseburger! For realz. KTHXBAI.
(I couldn’t resist. But srsly, did you know about I can haz cheeseburger and lol cats before you gave this fellow that name?)
Photo 1: I iz practicing 2 B Ceiling Cat.
Photo 2: Want 2 B Keyboard Cat. Play me out, kitteh.
Photo 3: Teh Kitteh Living it iz Srs bizness.
@Comrade Mary: Well, we obviously had the same thought. You showed admirable restraint. I, however….
He is beautiful.
We won’t know until election day if Fox has a real impact on voting this year.
Truly a noble beast, and clearly lucky to find such a good home.
Moving to a different kind of beast, Larry Kudlow is clearly off his meds, which I assume are administered using an elephant gun:
I mean, does Osama Bin Laden really track hugs as a sign of weakness? Did he really leap up in his cave and bellow: “Fuck yeah. A hug! I saw it! The Americans are definitely weaker than we thought!”?
Any comments on frat-boys hugging and signs of weakness? Cole? Bueller?
So, I think I am going to take the plunge and foster a cat. It seems like the best way to see how my dog and my allergies handle a feline addition.
@Susan Kitchens: I think Photo 1’s caption should be: Ceiling Cat showz unfurtunate infloonce of Basement Cat.
Cheese is a beautiful boy, and what a heartwarming story. I would love to give those little black splotches kisses.
@MattR: Sounds like a great idea! And, of course, pics are
If you do, don’t give the cat too much milk or fish. Many cats are unable to digest milk, and many are allergic to fish. Water is a much healthier thing for cats to drink. Just sayin’.
Amanda in the South Bay
So, Sunday night I get off of work at 9, and I caught the 9:17 SB Caltrain at Palo Alto. However, the police had to be called for a rowdy passenger that I want to kick the fucking shit out of, because the train’s delay meant that I couldn’t catch the VTA light rail in Mountain View on time, so that meant being home 30 minutes late. And 30 minutes late doing laundry, and my roommate’s laundry just got done, so its 12:44 AM in Cali and I am just now, as in 10 seconds ago, going to finally be able to switch my laundry over to the dryer and be able to go to bed.
Oh, and Monday I have a job interview, followed immediately by laser hair removal, then later in the night my Perl class at my local community college. Oh, I’m so tired.
Amanda in the South Bay
@Amanda in the South Bay:
The highlight of the next 24 hours will be taking Caltrain home after laser tomorrow and drinking my usual post-hair removal alcoholic beverage, enjoying the fact that Caltrain allows alcohol on board.
Fuck, we’re only 52 minutes into Monday here in California. Fuck, its gonna be a long week.
@morzer: Suddenly my brain cast Rahm and President Obama in this video.
saw that at TPM. WTF???
ETA: cheese is adorable
Verizon Wireless said Sunday it will refund about 15 million of its customers $2-$6 because the company incorrectly charged them for accidentally hitting the web browser button on their cell phones.
None of the stories I have seen mention the fact that all Verizon Wireless customers must now buy a minimum $10/mo data plan to “protect” them from this happening again.
@Perfect Tommy: Really? Link pleeze.
@morzer: //You and I would think it entirely appropriate to hug an old friend in that situation. But remember, the plan is to depict everything Obama does, even the most personal of gestures, in the worst possible light. That’s why when he shows common courtesy to other heads of state and government, he is demeaning America with his craven capitulation; whereas George W. Bush pouncing on Angela Merkel’s neck like an unruly seven-year-old is a charming display of informality.
My attempt to post two links has “Perfect Tommy” moderated as a spammer.
Try Googling “Verizon manadtory data plan” and “Verizon Refund”
Should give you all the info you need.
Cheese is quite a handsome guy. But in the last pic, He looks like he has finalized his plan for taking over this country and we are standing in his way.
comrade scott's agenda of rage
There is something incredibly gratifying about “taming” a cat. I’ve worked with ferals and when you hit another level of trust with them, no matter how tiny, it’s a great feeling.
Give Cheese a scritch for me.
What a sweet, sensitive, cat. I’m so happy he found you.
Waiting to “get over” a cat before getting a new one? Doesn’t happen. I still haven’t gotten over Bubby, and it’s been ten years.
Read my article about it.
Dog is My Co-Pilot
Those are some wonderful pictures! He found you for a reason – he looks quite content.
Tuxedo kitties are always so handsome. He looks like quite the fellow. I am glad you rescued him!
@WereBear: Too true. I feel the premature loss of my first cat something fierce and that was too many years ago to count on a Monday morning.
Aww…poor, sweet kitty. Who knew that a squeaky cheeseburger could be so cute?
You DO realize now, that you’re going to have to get him in a pose with an actual cheeseburger in order to satisfy all of the LOLcat fans here?
That cat has personality to spare. What a cutie!
@morzer: If one hug was enough to make Larry shit himself, it’s a good thing Rahm and Barack’s parting didn’t take place in one of those countries where people routinely kiss each other on the lips, and shed tears at occasions like this. He’d have developed dysentery on the spot.
You know the recurring wingnut argument that poor people aren’t poor because they have electronic goods that used to be expensive?
Check out these well-off people who live in Manila. They have a TV, and a CD player. They even have access to a pool table.
On the other hand, they live in a makeshift home built on top of a 5 level concrete mausoleum.
Slideshow with audio:
Hooray for Matt! Best of luck to you and the pup. I am proud of both of you!
And because no one else has done it:
You know who else had a mustache like that? Hitler.
Cheese is such a sweetie!
I placed pic #3 on my desktop and he looks grand, there.
I, for one, welcome our Cheese overlord.
Way to cute, Mr. Cheesburger. No wonder you couldn’t resist…
What an adorable kittie. I “tamed” two kitties by tempting them with bologna some years ago. It’s a little known training method:)
OMG it ar a Kitler!
Caption for the second photo
I iz on Ur keyboard, withholding your productiviteh
Seriously this is one cute kitteh, one of my kittehs also has a little kink in tail, a broken bone I think, he is skittish too. I wonder what kind of people think that abusing kittens and breaking their bones is funny.
What a handsome kitty! My rescue cat squeaks as well…good thing she has two designer cats who can do all the meowing for treats.
He’s a handsome little fellow. He looks as if he could have come from the same litter as our kitty, Isis (named by my daughter, who loves all things Egyptian). Anyway, thanks for sharing him. It’s heartening to see that his story has become a happy one.
A kink at the end of the tail can be congenital… it runs in the Siamese and Manx lines, for instance.
What a sweetiepie! I have nothing to say. I love the story.
@WereBear: Yogi kitteh is a good old American short hair tabby boy. Was very scared of men when I first got him, especially ones with deep bass voices. I adopted him from my neighbor, who was giving him away because he terrorized her old geriatric cat. Yogi was about 6 months old when we got him. He is quite the jumper, very athletic. I lubs him!
Mr. Cheeseburger has Steeler Eyes….
Obama hugging Emanuel goodbye is so undignified! Not like his tough, manly predecessor who never kissed a fellow in a dress. I’m sure the terrorists are all thrilled that they’re not facing that tough guy any more.
Hmm, ear tufts, fur between paw pads, squeaky voice…sounds like Cheese may be a Maine Coon, right Anne Laurie?
BTW, my Maine Coon (may he rest in peace) also had a funny crooked tail.
To which I would add:
Beautiful kitteh…can has chezburgerh?
What a great lookin’ kitteh!
That’s how we adopted our first stray—we called out to the guy, then the offered food was pulled gradually into the house, so that eventually Kitty had to come in to get it. Until we lost him a few years ago, he still came to us when we called, “Kitty!”
I thought they looked rather nice and intelligent, but I suppose we can agree to differ.
You people crack me up. (I’m talkin’ to you, Susan Kitchens!)
Thanks to all of you for the nice comments.
The lolcats haz nevah entered my mind re his name- well, you have changed that forever.
I had a rescued tuxedo squeeker myself for several years. In 2008, he got a little sick for a while and just when I thought I’d gotten him better, he got very sick and within a few days he was gone.
My other cat doesn’t seem to miss him much but I miss him terribly, he was the sweetest cat monkey evah and looked so much like this Grease Monkey here.
Kudos for rescuing him!